"Crack, crack..."
The cracks in the sky gradually widened, spreading like a dense spiderweb.
"Clink!"
With a sharp sound, the sky shattered like glass...
From the pitch-black hole in the sky, countless enormous, terrifying eyes peered relentlessly toward this place.
A slender, ink-black hand pressed against the fractured barrier of space, its surface covered in ghastly white bones.
Gradually, more and more pale, unsettling hands reached through, and their bodies began to emerge into this space.
Sosuke looked up at the sight, his face tense and his eyes grave. He asked in a low voice,
"What are these things!?"
At his question, Aizen, unable to move in the black chair, merely smiled faintly and replied softly,
"I can't give you an answer. Because... this is something that puzzles me, too..."
Sosuke frowned, puzzled, and looked at Aizen.
A faint smile still rested on Aizen's face as he continued,
"In the world I come from, the souls of humans who die without finding peace become Hollows, gradually losing their emotions."
"Curiously... the world of Hollows seems to have existed since time immemorial. Even Soul Society, where the Death Gods reside, is nowhere near as ancient as the Hollows..."
As he spoke, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and a glint flashed in his eyes.
"And these creatures... aren't in the Hueco Mundo that belongs to them..."
"They're in Hell... as if driven by someone, they hunt down the power of those who fall into Hell without ever stopping."
Hearing this, Sosuke's gaze darkened.
Though he hadn't learned the details, he'd heard some things about its original world from Suigetsu.
Aizen's analysis left him astonished.
It seemed that someone remarkable was pulling the strings behind all this.
"Then... why have these creatures come here now? Could it be..."
Sosuke looked at